The truth is that America's appetite for bad taste knows no bounds, for which the Sicks must get down on their knees every day.

And they're probably thankful, too!

The quartet opened its first gig at the Rrazz Room on Tuesday night, regaling the packed house with their new 12-song touring revue. The show's title could be written out without offending anyone, because the words are all totally clean, like "hit" and "each." The problem comes when you say the title aloud, so in a family-newspaper curtsey to good taste, we'll omit the show's full title.

Dressed in frocks that look as if they were run up from the upholstery at Tara after Carol Burnett snagged the drapes, the foursome includes Jeff Manabat as Trixie (a dead ringer for Connie Chung - shh, don't tell Maury), Ben Schatz as Rachel, Spencer Brown as the dim-bulb Trampolina and Irwin Keller as Winnie, a master of deadpan - or mistress, depending on how good your eyesight is.

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OK, so let's describe what the songs were about, shall we?

Hmm, well, they open with "All Boy Singer," to the tune of Beyoncé's (and Liza's) "Single Ladies," which includes the line "He'll never want to put his dingaling in it." Then there's Winnie singing "Tranny Boy" ("From Gwen to Glen, you've joined the other side") and "I Kissed a Gull," to Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl," but with plumage ("I feel so gullible, is that fowl play?").

And the rest of the lyrics can't be quoted, for the most part. Trixie wails a falsetto confessional about gonorrhea, to the tune of ABBA's "Mamma Mia," and Rachel rewords "Mein Herr" from "Cabaret" to sing about, um, her hair.

Some of the songs turn a bit desperately on a one-note joke, milking a bad pun to groan-worthy depths. Trampolina's homage to caffeine, "Decaf," just kind of lies there. And even with a crowd just aching to show its love for the quartet, the audience participation aspect of "Things You Shouldn't Say" fell kind of flat on opening night and was quickly put out of its misery once the girls remembered they were better punsters than the audience. Well, one guy did get off a good one to the question of what GOP Chairman Michael Steele shouldn't say: "Anything!"

But the truth is that there are bound to be some slow moments in a Kinsey Sicks show because they take chances. They're willing to make the most outrageous and appalling puns out of anything. At times, their mangling of hit songs hits genius level, as in the giddy finale, "Sheepf- Guy," a bestial remake of the Chiffons' "Sweet Talking Guy."

The show is raunchy, it's over the top and, for much of the way, it's fun.